The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman

-- -- But 'tis no marvel, continued the corporal -- seeing my uncle Toby musing upon it -- for Love, an' please your honour, is exactly like war, in this; that a soldier, though he has escaped three weeks complete o' Saturday night, -- may nevertheless be shot through his heart on Sunday morning -- -- -It happened so here, an' please your honour, with this difference only -- that it was on Sunday in the afternoon, when I fell in love all at once with a sisserara -- -- -It burst upon me, an' please your honour, like a bomb -- -- -scarce giving me time to say, "God bless me."

I thought, Trim, said my uncle Toby, a man never fell in love so very suddenly.